Farther Than They Appear
“Oui monsieur,” she breathed beneath a flutter of thick, mink lashes as she tossed her blonde curtain of hair over her shoulder. She crossed her legs like ghostly white snakes, winding her foot an extra half rotation to tuck it behind the back of her other lithe calf.
“Your French sucks,” he said, glancing at a dark-haired girl sitting by herself at the bar.
She appeared to be studying a newspaper, her legs crossed…one ridiculously hot pink sneaker rotating in the dark of the bar as she twirled her foot.
“Your face sucks. That’s why mom and dad love me more.” The blonde smirked at her twin.